CARLA
I couldn’t bring myself to go meet my family at the fifth floor. I was sure they must have heard about what happened back at the beach and I was currently too emotionally exhausted to see them, to see the pity or concern or worries in their eyes.
I just needed to be alone, so instead of going to them or going to the room I shared with Emma at the sixth floor, I just somehow got stuck in the elevator. Voluntarily, of course. The feeling I get when the elevator starts taking me up, or taking me down. It consoled me, weird as it might sound. It reminded me that the ground under my feet could lift me up and take me down just like tonight.
I didn’t know what pushed me to say all that to Mint’s mother, but I felt really good that I did. I would have hated myself more if I didn’t. And
